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I kept staring;
She stared in return. 
When I blinked, she blinked right back —
delayed, but twice as hard;
the same, but different. 
Stood slouched — 
almost hunched over. 
She wore the same outfit as I, 
but it didn't seem to fit her the same. 
I tucked my shirt into my trousers, 
she did the same. It looked better on me 
than it did her. 
Her hair was tangled. 
I could tell because it looked just like 
mine used to. Hers was more voluptuous than 
mine ever was. I could almost hear her speaking, 
like telepathy. But her voice sounded different, 
deeper, more pronounced —
I couldn't put a finger on where I recognized it. 
She didn't say anything in particular;
it was as if she didn't say words at all. 
The way she mumbled sounded different —
almost foreign. 
It was soothing, almost refreshing to hear, 
because somehow I understood her.
Her face was pointed like a soft mountain top.
She looked almost... 
disappointed when I noticed. Nose fairly flat — 
Mine had a small bump. Her lips were uneven, 
showing gums when she faked a smile; 
I never opened my mouth to grin, it was unbecoming. 
Her forehead was long and wide, 
big enough for two brains —
I bet she's smarter than I am.
I noticed she was tired — I was tired, too. 
My eyes are blue. Hers were grey, 
similar to the sky when it rained — 
almost like it was waiting for a rainbow.
I lifted my hand to touch hers, 
she did the same right after. I could feel 
the warmth of her hand on mine. It felt as if 
she was a long-lost sister, someone 
I hadn't seen in a long time. 
An instant connection. 
I don't remember ever meeting her, but 
it was like I knew everything about her.
We let go at the same time.
She became a stranger again.

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